Old friendship between siblings

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After my cousin and I had our one and only sexual encounter (we did it three times that time), she got a boyfriend, who is now my brother-in-law. They got married, had children, and lived a good life. I, on the other hand, remained promiscuous until years later when I also had my own wife and children. My cousin and I lived peacefully together. I remember one Chinese New Year, my cousin and brother-in-law came to my house, and they both drank too much. My brother-in-law couldn't hold his liquor and fell asleep in my room, leaving only my sister and me in the dining room. We both drank quite a bit that day. My cousin whispered to me, "You really kept your word!" I didn't understand what she meant at the time. "You said that after the first time, I wouldn't think about it anymore." I understood what my sister meant; she meant that I had been constantly asking for sex, and after the encounter, that longing and attachment were gone, and I stopped bothering her.

"Of course, you should have promised me before, so it wouldn't have taken so long." As siblings who had already been naked together and had sex, we spoke freely.

My sister and I faced each other, and because she was speaking in a low voice, we were very close. We looked at each other and, somewhat involuntarily, kissed. We kissed briefly on the lips and immediately separated. We both knew each other's place in each other's hearts. But neither of us wanted that to happen again, especially since she had a family; it wouldn't be good for either of us.

We quickly changed the subject, afraid we'd lose control again! Later, as we got more into the conversation, I touched my sister's foot. She lifted it up and pretended to kick me angrily, and I took the opportunity to rub her foot against my crotch a few times. From then on, we never had any intimate relations.

This was a side story, several years after this one, during which time my sister had a child, and I got married and had children.

This year,

although my brother-in-law was a government official and their life was relatively comfortable, my sister, who hadn't worked, was very unhappy at home. Fortunately, one of her brother-in-law's relatives lived in Australia, and my sister considered going there for work export.

Everything was settled by early autumn. And on that hot early autumn afternoon, my sister and I were naked together again.

Because I'm usually at the company, that day I was alone in the office (actually, I'm usually alone, but later I'm in another room). My sister suddenly called me. It turned out she was shopping nearby and suddenly remembered I was around, so she asked what I was doing and suggested we grab a bite to eat. There's a shopping street downstairs from my company with lots of restaurants, so I readily agreed and treated my sister to a nice meal, including a little wine.

After eating, I took her upstairs to show her my office; it was her first time visiting my workplace.

After we sat down, I made her some tea, partly to help her sober up. We started chatting, and I was quite reluctant to see my sister go to Australia, since she's my closest peer. Actually, she didn't want to go either, but it's hard for my brother-in-law to support the family alone, so she wanted to try her best.

"I really miss our childhood, when I used to follow her around like that," we started talking about our childhood. Our conversation turned to "I even secretly took your socks and kissed them, and rubbed my penis against them," those past memories were unavoidable. I spoke about them openly.

"You little rascal, what else have you done?" my sister asked, feigning anger. "That was all when I was little

," she said, somewhat nostalgic. We reminisced like we were watching a movie, going through all our stories. I even went to a sex forum and showed her the stories I'd written about my sister and me. "You brat, you wrote all this down! Aren't you afraid someone will see it?" my sister always called me a brat. "In the internet age, how can you even tell who someone is?"

"So you did all these things behind my back when we were little?" my sister said as she read. I guessed she saw me secretly doing dirty things to her and her socks when we were kids. "You remember all of this?" she said, turning to me after she finished reading. I looked at my sister then. Her face, which I used to think resembled Kim Hee-sun, now showed the marks of time, and she was a little chubby, but she was still so beautiful in my eyes. That day, she was dressed casually, in a loose t-shirt and sweatpants, with sneakers on her feet.

I looked at my sister, and then she looked at me. I knew what I was about to do. The tension I felt when I was a child trying to assault my sister returned. The air felt frozen.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps it was the memory I'd just recalled, but my sister and I couldn't help but kiss. Our lips touched slowly at first, but after a while, when I slipped my tongue into her mouth, we went wild. She was sitting at my desk, and I was standing. I kissed her downwards, and every time she stood up, we'd embrace and kiss again. Like two long-lost lovers, we were incredibly passionate. She held me tightly, and my hands roamed over her body.

Remembering we were in the office, I quickly stopped her and locked the door. When I returned, we kissed again.

Then I pushed her down onto the sofa.

"Sis, I want to make love to you," I said simply, and she only replied with "Mmm." Everything was so unspoken, yet so natural.

I took off all my clothes, my erect penis displaying itself before her. I've always had that urge to be naked in front of girls. With my sister's help, I gradually removed all her clothes, leaving her only in her underwear to cover herself. Her shoes had to be taken off; she was wearing white ankle socks.

Since she'd been wearing them all day, and I don't really like ankle socks, I found some short stockings in a very discreet place for her (the reason I have stockings in my office will be mentioned in other stories). "Looks like you haven't been completely honest either," my sister, who knows me well, said as I put the stockings on her. "Everything needs a little change!" I ignored her and started licking her feet. These were beautiful feet I hadn't seen in a long time; many of my firsts had happened on them. "Do you remember this feeling?" I asked. "Yes," my sister said, somewhat aroused. "No one has licked them since you."

I knelt on the ground, massaging my penis with my sister's feet. "Have you ever done footjobs for your husband?"

"No, he doesn't know anything. I've tried teasing him a few times, but he's quite averse to it," my sister said, clamping my penis between her feet. "What a pity about my feet." My penis felt like it was about to explode. I really wanted to do footjobs before sex, but I couldn't resist.

I took a condom from the bookshelf and put it on (there will be other explanations for this). I kissed my sister first, then pulled down her panties and started touching her genitals. My sister was already soaking wet, and her familiar moans echoed in my ears once again.

"Little brother, stop playing around, give it to me... hurry," was my sister's command. Ignoring everything else, I aimed at her vagina and thrust in. As soon as I entered, my sister let out a muffled groan, followed by a "big!" and I began piston-like movements. Because of my usual workouts and my own occasional indiscretions, I could withstand this kind of stimulation.

My sister was on the sofa, and my lower body gradually became more frenzied. She stuck out her tongue, seeking a kiss, her legs wrapped around my waist.

"Hurry, hurry..." my sister pleaded, and I went wild.

The entire office was filled with my muffled groans and my sister's moans, along with the creaking of the leather sofa beneath us. After a while, my sister's moans suddenly stopped, accompanied by her wide eyes, open mouth, panting, and her body twitching unnaturally. I knew she had orgasmed. After the climax subsided, my sister suddenly took a deep breath and moaned loudly; I was afraid the other rooms would hear.

Stimulated by her, I also became aroused and ejaculated, collapsing onto my sister and releasing my pent-up desire. My sister then held me close in her arms.

"It's been so long since we've made love," she said as we finished. I then realized that my brother-in-law hadn't touched my sister in a long time.

During the rest period, we were both only wearing underwear. After a while, I wanted to try it out, so I asked my sister to give me oral sex. Watching her skillful movements, I recalled the two times she had given me oral sex before—once clumsy, once skilled. A wave of emotions washed over me; only those who have experienced it can understand.

I got aroused, put on a condom, pulled my sister close, and entered her from behind, fucking her.

Because of my previous ejaculation, it was difficult to stimulate my glans. I then asked her to give me a footjob, which she did. I was starting to feel something, so I asked her to give me oral sex. Just as I was about to ejaculate, she spat out my penis.

"I still can't stand the taste of semen, good little brother, I'll give you a footjob," she said. Even though she was in her thirties, her voice was still so captivating at times like this.

I had no choice but to let her give me a footjob; after all, this was the beginning of everything between us. Looking at her delicate little feet, even more beautiful under the stockings, I sat on the sofa, and she sat beside me, giving me a footjob. The past flashed before my eyes again. In my second year of high school, my sister gave me a footjob with her bare feet. It was our first time, and although I didn't ejaculate, it was truly our first time. In the second semester of my third year, my sister and I rolled around in the living room. It was the first time I licked her stockinged feet and the first time I openly played with her stockings. It was also the first time she gave me oral sex. In her ex-boyfriend's run-down house, she masturbated me with her stockings. That was the first time she had ever bought me stockings on her own initiative... and so on. I remembered all these things.

"Sis, one year during Chinese New Year, if my mother hadn't come back early, would you have had sex with me?" I asked. "I really did have that fleeting thought of having sex with you," my sister answered while giving me a footjob. "Back then, I thought, having sex with you wouldn't be a big deal."

"After we finished, I really let it go, but I still think about it occasionally." I looked at my sister and said, "Back then, I didn't have a man. To be honest, I even fantasized about you and masturbated!" My sister's sudden words stimulated me, and with her legs constantly moving, I felt it coming. "Sister, can I ejaculate?" "

Ejaculate, ejaculate..." My sister provoked me with her words.

I let out a low growl, and my semen spurted out, although not as much as before. My sister wiped my semen with her feet, and that feeling was so long-lost.

We kissed for a while before getting dressed. After sitting for a while, my sister went home, but I felt lost.

My sister is leaving for Australia, and I can only write this down and post it here. To commemorate the story between my cousin and me. She will be leaving in a few days, and it will be years before I see her again. What will she be like in a few years?

[The End]

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